By: Iris P. Concepcion
I have gotten myself tremendous pixels of kid shots that had made my Sunday a laughing blast.
I was clowning myself with a human dwarf (the usual contortion of faces; the gift of word jabs) and I said : "How about getting this on the phone."
Hence, I clicked it away.
What emerged was like a shroud straight off from a Gentile island (if ever that one exists). I guess these should be the facial elements of what my offspring would look like if my ovaries are working.
I muttered to myself: Ah, children of the corn. I could tell people that instead of being extracted from the womb, they arrived on Earth via a giant boil. That nasty, red, shining boil that is so hugely itchy you need a washing brush to scratch it. Instead of the slimy gangrene-like thing though, what comes out are these healthy, bouncing, obnoxious, loudly-laughing tots with sweet dispositions. Their first words: "Bathe us!"
Someday there shall be a collage visualizing why this word is still a livable testament to greatness.
The reason is this boil.